Eliana didn't give Nicky another chance to catch her. The moment her presence was no longer required, she left the party behind and slipped into the car waiting for her outside the venue. The city blurred past her window, neon streaks and shadows passing like memories she didn't want to hold onto.
The car pulled into Elias's building, the tires humming against the ramp down into the underground garage. Eliana stepped out, heels clicking sharply against the concrete. It was quiet. Too quiet.
She paused, looking over her shoulder.
That feeling again. The pressure against her spine. The unmistakable sense of being watched.
Her skin prickled. The hairs on her neck lifted. She turned slowly, scanning the basement floor.
Nothing.
